Monday, May 6, 2013

it's just feels so good and powerful to be different than every one else even if they didn't like you it's just feels so good and powerful not to be the dead fish swimming with flow like every one around you it's just feels so good and powerful not to be the one who believe that ignorance is a bless it's just feels so good and powerful to let the music move you to express yourself it's just feels so good and powerful to start again it's just feels so good and powerful to scream with a loud voice I'm right and you're not it's just feels so good and powerful not to be racist it's just feels so good and powerful to believe in world peace it's just feels so good and powerful to let your heart beat like the drums of a revolution of freedom it's just feels so good and powerful to believe that god exist and he could carry you from the depth of the darkness it's just feels so good and powerful to forgive yourself and let go what you've done it's just feels so good and powerful to feel alive HAPPY EASTER

Drop that
get up
Take to the streets
better lock that kid up
Face full of teeth when he hock that spit up
Pacing the beat like a beast
Rocking the block on repeat
Speak from the cut like a rush of blood
Paint red on the sleeves of the ones you love
Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes let the dead men sing

I shiver and shake the warm air cold
I'm alone on my own
In every mistake I dig this hole
Through my skin and bones

It's harder starting over
Than never to have changed

With Blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back what I gave

I sweat through the sheet as daylight fades
As I waste away
It traps me inside mistakes I've made
That's the price I pay

I drop to the floor like I did before
Stop watching
I'm coughing
I can't be more
What I want and what I need are at constant war
Like a well full of poison
a rotten core
The blood goes thin
the fever stings
And I shake from the hell that the habits bring
Let the sick ones down
the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes
let the dead men sing

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Do you hear the people sing
Singing a song of angry men
It is the music of a peopleWho will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to startWhen tomorrow comes
Will you join in our crusade
Who will be strong and stand with me
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see
Then join in the fightThat will give you the right to be free
Do you hear the people sing
Singing a song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to startWhen tomorrow comes
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance
The blood of the martyrsWill water the meadows of France
Do you hear the people sing
Singing a song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Since it happened I just keep hearing those bad news about a bus crashes with a train 50 children dies for anyone that's a shocking thing for any human with human feelings that's a stop
But for a racist it's a little different he must know first what's those children's religion is to decide whether he is gonna wail on them or not
Each one them has his own way to release the old wounds
The first team usually goes for blood and avenges like burning the other team holy book or burning their house of worship or in some cases like that new one we have burning an innocent man just because he belongs to the other team
On the other hand the other team response doesn't offer so much violence but the point is a truck full of solders know nothing about anything don't look any different than those children but what would u expect from them NOTHING but when one man of them dies in fight oh it's weepy time
What kills me is your reasons for rising against the system your reason's to chant in a house of God yasqot yasqot 7okem elmorshed is so selfish you supported the previous president who killed all those people and when hundreds of revolutionists died to take him out your way of showing appreciation was electing his prime minister
In a way I saw both teams commenting on that racist match in a public place with the first team where no one knows I'm not one of them or in a home with the other team where I usually don't like to stop that anxiety racist status I saw your feelings and your body language from the scale of one to ten you are all racist and I'm not one of you or them I'm Egyptian